Oh the stories I could tell. Why am I staring at a blank screen?
I'm still recovering from the crazy mad RIDICULOUS chills that preceeded my fever Wednesday morning. I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up, and it took me half an hour to even attempt to leave the warmth of my bed. I always seem to get sick after I over-exert myself. Mental note taken. Unfortunately, I'm feeling that pre-chill right now, after and hour and a half of basketball and some lifting. The good news? After losing the IM match 2 games to zip, we won the pickup game we played right afterwards. I'd like to play them again. They weren't the cocky macho shove you if I want to type ballers... except maybe that other guy... good thing he didn't play much. Sucka. Let your game do the talking.
HSO interviews went well today, and I'm almost sad they're halfway done. Apply people! I ended up ditching class and making it to the interviews early (because I thought class was at 6 pm for the brief moments I glanced at my clock... but it was at 7). I can't even say how many times that's happened to me.
Getting home from work, some lady really cut me off bad. I don't even think she realized what the heck she was doing. I was going 50 downhill and she pulls on up the street perpendicular... and slows down... and just rolls through the stop sign, as if the whole world stopped for her. Good thing I was cruising. I woulda T-boned her car like nobody's business. God protect us from these driving zombies. She didn't look the least bit fazed when I pulled up to her...
Work wasn't too bad. I actually kept Scott from going crazy long enough... then he realized he forgot his spelling journal. So I drove him back to school around 5, and he tried to get into the office, but just pulled on the door. He told me to wait in the parking lot. Then he walked towards the office a little, turned around and said, "But you can come if you want to." That's what I love about kids. Poor kid was upset his parents would be upset once they found out. I offered to ask the people in the locked office to get his journal, but he kept stopping me. Once we got back to his house he called his dad, who suggested he try again. Back to the school and he didn't feel like knocking, so I took him back once again. Those were the times... when the most you had to worry about day to day was getting your homework done.
I had a few tense moments trying to fix my schedule and drop 2 classes. I had to petition the bio class because of school policy, and for the Filipino American history class I thought it started at 2:30 (but really it started at 2). I didn't want to interrupt the class and earn the hatred of the professor just to get a drop card signed, so I called Geeps and Machaca hoping I could leave a drop card with them. Then I rushed to my apartment and off to work, relieved that Geeps was able to help me out.
Sinus pressure. Nasal drip. Not the greatest way to start a new day. Especially 2 hours before your alarm goes off. I hope I'm not getting sickly. Doh!
So as I move through the moments, I wonder... why am I so tired? Damn, I'm still sick.
